Wasn't the type to tread so lightly even with the knowledge she knew not of his capabilities. Ignorant in who he was and what he could possibly do to her yet it was part of the hunt. Each person was a leap of faith. Once touching him, she knew instantly he wasn't what she needed to feed. Disappointed, she'd stare -- distracted. Head cants, looking away and towards the ground they had walked. "Hm. I'm sorry. I was just trying to eat your soul but.." Her words trailed off. There was little need to be sly anymore.

Shook her head, chin lifting to look towards him then past him and towards the bar. "Were you really going in there?"

Had she been detected? Had really no concern on that other than would she have to defend herself? She hadn't the strength. Don't be fooled, this demoness was no killer. It was never her intention nor was it necessary to feed. The emptiness you'd be left with would only leave one with the desire to die. She was guided to a bar -- was filled with concern. Did he have friends here?
Before he entered, an arm would reach out for him. She'd risk it all by fully revealing herself. "Sir. Sir? I believe you dropped something." Jewel's index would tap upon his shoulder.

Had learned the hard way that survival within the Realm was for the fittest. It was hard when only one thing truly fueled her. Souls. It would seem easy enough in a world occupied by billions. The Realm? Where souls went to die. Half of the occupants were without and the other half were protected fiercely by leaders. Jewel was becoming weak and her senses had been failing her. Felt she had better luck approaching those she had not known or seen before. Perhaps they might become dinner?

Before long, she'd search. It wasn't always safe to go to the unknown but she had little choice. Jewel couldn't weaken anymore. Her defenses would become obsolete and she would be stuck. Helping herself to the selection. New faces shown everyday; sometimes multiples at a time. She'd have to get lucky with one. With a flip of her hair, pursing of lips, and a pinch of her cheeks; she was ready. Approaching a man, he had a kind face..

"Logan has a sophisticated taste in movies, alright? We were going to watch Silence of the Lambs tonight, but I suppose we can go Pixar instead." She took in a deep breath, relishing in the warm-ish summer evening air. "Only the best kinds of snacks. Cheetos, and tequila, and swedish fish...the staples!" She glanced over at him with warm cerulean eyes, sending a gentle elbow in his direction. "You know I'll take you up on that. I've never been to Romania, and I'm a sucker for traveling."

"Of course I have a room for you to stay in. There's always space. I think you left Moana in the DVD player. It's Logan's new favorite besides The Shining." She grinned, not a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "So! House shopping in Romania? Are you two moving out of London? That's exciting. It's been a long eightish months in Moscow. Especially in the winter. I'm definitely meant for the Mediterranean." El offered over Logan, happy, for once, to not have to have him on her hip. "I wish you'd given me a heads up. I would have gotten your favorite snacks!"

It only took a few minutes for Elouise to come sprinting out, actually dressed, with Logan in arm. "Where's Autumn?!" Too late. Lucius is already grabbed in a tight one-armed hug, careful not to squish the baby. "So? How are you? How are you liking Moscow? Are you going to stay on compound?"

Lucius
Maybe she likes getting singles tossed at her half-naked body?
I don't know. The last time Jameson danced for me I insisted on shoving cash down his shorts.
It's fun!
...but no. I don't think as a standard you should have to pay.

Jace spun back around at the mention of his name a split second before the wall beside him exploded. He jerked his hands up to protect his ears from the noise, not out of fear. After most of the smoke cleared, he took a gander at the large crater before the wall began to repair itself.

Bright blue eyes traveled back to Sparky.

An enormous grin broke out across his face. He clapped his hands together. "Let me revise my previous statement... Welcome to Requiem! The first one was obligatory but I mean it now. A man of your talents will prove useful. Hey, my eyes do the thing, too." He pointed to his eyes as they went black and back. "Twinsies! About your-"

Jace held up a finger and squeezed his eyes shut as he produced a tremendous sneeze. "Sorry, dust... As I was saying, don't worry about your wifey. She's safe from me. Mine will slice and dice me AND her if I went there. Sorry, but you're not scary. She is. Either way, in Requiem, you're family. End of story. I wasn't kidding about the flying body parts though..."

Jace spotted one half of the coven's newest couple. They'd both been to Requiem's castle before, so he recognized Lucius. Atom made it clear in a previous conversation to stay away from the redhead and he had. Mostly. He never followed rules completely.

Thumbs hooked into his pockets and whistling tunelessly, Jace approached the taller man. "Lucius, right? I'm supposed to welcome you to Requiem, tell you to make yourself at home and if you need any help, come find me.
Watch out for body parts flying through the air. My wifey likes to throw them." He scratched his clean shaven cheek.

"Think that's about it." He snapped his fingers. "Oh! Congrats on the wedding." A smirk appeared on his face. "Your new wifey smells delicious." The comment was meant how it sounded. As a jab.

Satisfied he'd done his job, Jace spun on his heel and went off on his way.

LuciusIf you wish to come by the coven, we can discuss things there.Plus, I have red velvet cake that's calling my name and I can't just leave it here alone.We have a living teddy bear infestation.They always take my cake.[Location sent]

...Are you inviting me to dinner with my own money?
*squees*
Can we get pizza? Noah likes Pizza. It's almost gooey enough for Rigsby to chew. Ohohohohoh and it's not hazardous to Clark Kent or Rigsby Puppy!

Lucius
You bring her back. I don't care if she can't find Blaize or if he doesn't want to return home. Don't let her get stuck there.
Please.
I don't know if you know much about our past. There are two people down there that...just keep her by your side, alright? Like, superglued.

The Security
So, I hear you've got ways. Security expert? Cameras? Surveillance detail? I know you're around with Autumn. I'm hoping we can work out a monetary agreement for an.. extra level of support.

The Security
This is going to involve personal detail. And the guarantee that a pretty redhead won't be able to sway you to look the other way when I'm gone.

Lucius
I love Autumn.
But everyone needs to understand I do not require a constant hand-hold.
I've dealt with worse things than a gunshot, Lucius. And I'm pregnant, not dying.
Don't let her leave. I'll talk to her tomorrow when she's calmed down.

A's L
Thirty? Perfecto. That'll do me for a while I think. Right? Eh, you can give me instructions when I get there.
Oh, I am keenly aware how quality is worth every penny. It's how I do so well in my profession. :D

A's L
Cancel that overnight delivery. I found the pause button on the remote. Plus I need to snuggle a certain recently-shot-pregnant-woman (wtf?!?!). So if you have the vials in...T minus 18 hours, I'll give you cash. Do you take Australian dollars?

Autumn's Lucy
Depends- how much do I need to use for the desired effect?
How much do I want to pay? Nothing, that's how much I want to pay. Little vials of sh!t that make me sober aren't exactly what I'm used to buying. I have no idea about market value. You tell me how much I need for the desired effect and the cost. I'll say how much I want and send payment.
At least that is how it's done when I buy other home concoctions off the street.
I do appreciate it.
Oh- I'll pay for overnight delivery to Sydney. I'm in the middle of a Magnum P. I. marathon that cannot be interrupted.

Thumbing through her phone, she searched through lines of contacts- most of whom were randoms she had no intention of ever calling. In this instance, she actually was looking for a number sheíd drunkenly added to her phone one night in Paris. Or was it Autumn? Had she added this number into her phone? Sh!t. Who knew. Summer frowned, brows knitted tightly together. Christ on rye, what the f-ck was his name? It was a girls name. Libby. Hmm. No. That wasnít right.

Sitting upright with a start, Flamin-hot Cheetohís tumbled off her chest onto the small loveseat in her room. Actually lifting her free hand up, she snapped her fingers as she remembered. It wasnít under the ĎLís in her contact list at all. Duh.

Autumnís Lucy
Hey dude, this is Summer. Autumnís older sister? We met in Paris or so Iím told? I was pretty wasted. Anyhow. That actually is why Iím texting. Iím in need of a tincture. A potion or something. Something that will sober me instantly. I have a way to do it naturally, but sometimes I like to be a bit more discreet. A consumable that can be tucked in a little vial or something. Is that within your realm of talents? If nah, thatís cool. I can roll with what Iíve got and just scare the sh!t out of everyone around me. F-ck Ďem, right?
Give that lil minx a bear hug for me, k?

-Comes hopping by in a bunny suit with an orange tabby cat sidekick in his basket--hands the man a basket full of Cadbury eggs, chocolates, plastic eggs full of goodies and a stuffed rabbit-"Happy Easter!"-Hops away to his next victim-

Best Future Uncle
Sorry I had to leave so suddenly. I was duped into coming home to my husband via a third party. :)
You are a phenomenal friend to have, Lucius. My kid is lucky to have people like you and Autumn to fall back on.

Gullible Future Uncle
Ohhhh. Okay. I see.
And, I was teasing. She's never seen me naked. And I barely saw anything. Like. Only one cheek. Totally fine.
The only people who have seen me naked are Jameson and my lady doctor.

Future Uncle Lucy
Will Winter be joining us?
You'd really be fulfilling a pregnant woman's final wishes.
Hold on. Only half of that statement worked. I'm not dying, but my social life will be. Anyways. Winter please! :)

Lucius
...deal. Omg. I'm tearing up. Yay!
Baby Rambo is so lucky.
I'm visiting next week. I hope you have your helmet ready, because I have a feeling Autumn is going to be squealing a lot.
I'm showing, she's definitely going to try to talk to my stomach.
PS, I'm about to send her an ultrasound picture, so I would duck and cover.

Lucius
Well, Jameson is smart.
I'd tell you all about it, but I remember nothing.
Well, I remember up to a certain point. He told me he loved me, I puked on him, and then at some point after that we hitched.

Lucius
I f*cking knew you were her date. That's great! I have no idea what the hubster and I are doing. Probably tacos. But that's what I do every night anyway. Maybe I'll get a heart shaped box full of Hersey kisses. That's the goal!

She felt like she was in a fever dream, or maybe some bad trip on some f-cked up acid. As soon as she'd get bounced from the cell, she was shoved back in, then tugged out. It was like a game of tug-of-war, one in which a very stoned angel was the rope.
To be fair, she did her share of tugging. Mostly to no avail. Sometimes it was out of desperation, grabbing someone's shirt as a means to slip out the door as well. That usually backfired.
But not this time. A familiar-ish face, but given the nightmare quality of her current situation, that didn't mean anything. Maybe he frequented the club? Maybe he was a mutual acquaintance? Oh sh-t, maybe she bought some weed off him sometime. Hmm, that must be it.
Furrowing her brows as she tried to place his face, her hand gripped his arm. Someone tugged her out and as a result, out he came too!You managed to break out Lucius Dalca.
Before she could ask how she knew him, she was shoved back into a cell.

Lucius
MY ASS IS GREAT. A GREAT BIG ASS. AND MY HUSBAND LOVES IT, SO F*CK YOU.
AND MY BACK ONLY HURTS BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT, YOU PIECE OF SH*T. I'M FINE. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S GONNA NEED A DOCTOR IN ABOUT FIVE MINUTES.
I JUST HAVE TO FINISH EATING THIS PIZZA BY MYSELF.

The Angel shrugs softly, giving off the appearance of a coy and slightly flippant young lady. While the years have certainly worn hard on our girl, the soft glow of her smooth and youthful skin would allow those around her to consider her the age of barely twenty. Although politics would most likely render her attitude unmistakably older... Right now she behaved exactly as she appeared.

Young. Sweet. Devious.

"Because, my dear..." Cami's flaxen locks graze the pale lapels of her jacket, but she pulls back just a bit, unwilling to invade the strangers personal space much further, "I've just slipped you the key to euphoria."

Euphoria... Look closely. Bliss is in the gummy bear.

"You're welcome." A childlike giggle sneaks past her parted lips, dimples pressed into the sides of her cheeks.

Camille tiptoes along, and even though the weather in London was not ideal, it afforded a a break from snowy weather. She found an allowance for footwear that wasn't heavy- and as such found that gliding along smooth cobbled streets was nothing less than spectacular.

It might have had something to do with those little blue gummies that she favored so well... But we digress. The Angels flowing visage was nothing short of wondrous, as on the rare occasion when the girl wore a smile, the entire world around her seemed to come alive in a burst of flame. Although behind her gracious expression was still the desire to burn the world itself... That's neither here nor there.

"You." She catches a glimpse at the man on the sidewalk, his bright eyes upsetting her motion. "You're that... Guy. Magic fingers..." Does she know his name? Eh. It doesn't matter. Not yet.

Soft pads of her feet patter as the breeze carries her forward, and before he's likely to realize what is happening, she's pressing a gummie into the palm of his hand. Her slim fingers move to press a short stemmed, white petaled flower into any opened pouch in his clothing [Pocket? Button hole?].

Mackenzie is shameless, but that is allowed when you're married to Indiana Jones without actually knowing the guy. Seriously. She doesn't know sh-t about him. It's great. So, after making an agreement with the fresher blood of the Realm, she stuffs a hundred quid into the man's back pocket before looking him in the eye.

"This might hurt a little," she winces through her words, on his behalf.

Without any sort of hesitation, Mackenzie pulls back her small fist and lets it fly, hitting the man square in the jaw. One hit, and he's down. A small frown finds it's place upon the traitorous vampire's lips as she moves, despite having just become an aggressor, to place a kiss upon the man's cheek.